Chapter 74 - 71: Yang Xiao’s Game (5)

Chapter 74: Chapter 71: Yang Xiao’s Game (5)

South Sea, Geriatric Hospital.

Huang Mao stood with his hands on his hips, screaming at the nurse, spittle flying onto her face:

"My dad’s missing? You’re telling me my dad is missing! I’m going to sue you into bankruptcy!"

The young nurse felt incredibly wronged.

’How is this my fault?’

’Your dad is terminally ill, yet you never stay by his side. You’re always running off to get drunk.’

’You even hit and curse your own father. If I were him, I’d run away too.’

The head nurse on duty rushed over and said to Huang Mao,

"We’re so sorry, sir. How about we call the police first?"

Huang Mao’s phone rang.

It was his online girlfriend, asking him to play a game.

Huang Mao immediately broke into a wide grin:

"Forget it. What’s the point of calling the police? The old bastard will be back tomorrow."

He had already sold his father’s house. His father didn’t have any money on him, so he was bound to come back.

If he didn’t come back and just died outside, that would be even better. He could process the discharge papers tomorrow.

Huang Mao walked back to the hospital room, pulled a bottle of liquor from his pocket, and started drinking, smoking, and playing his game.

’Alcohol plus nicotine... boundless Magical Power!’

After a while, the security guard on duty walked in:

"No smoking in the hospital rooms!"

Huang Mao quickly covered his phone’s microphone, afraid his online girlfriend would discover he was in a hospital.

Clutching his liquor, he jogged to the restroom on that floor.

"Push! Push!"

Huang Mao excitedly directed his teammates.

"COUGH, COUGH. COUGH, COUGH."

Constant coughing came from the stall next to him.

That damned sound was just like his good-for-nothing old man.

Huang Mao didn’t pay it any mind.

He was on a roll tonight, dominating the game, and his girlfriend kept telling him how amazing he was.

"COUGH, COUGH. Son, you should go. This is the last chance I can give you."

Hearing the voice from the stall, Huang Mao froze completely.

’Isn’t that the old bastard?’

Huang Mao’s temper flared, and he yanked open the stall door.

Sure enough, the old bastard was squatting in the stall, his head lowered.

Huang Mao laughed, enraged:

"And here I thought you had some backbone."

"So you were just hiding in the bathroom?"

"You motherfucker, you think it’s fun to scare me?"

Huang Mao glanced at the ceiling.

’No security cameras in the restroom.’

’Good. I’ll take my anger out on this old bastard first!’

Huang Mao grabbed the old man by the neck and heard him sigh faintly:

"Sigh... son, when you get down below, remember to behave yourself."

The old man slowly raised his head.

Huang Mao’s eyes widened in horror.

His dad... had no whites in his eyes!

His eyes were black as ink, like an abyss, terrifying beyond belief!

Huang Mao’s phone fell to the floor. He backed away, murmuring in terror:

"A Ghost! A Ghost! The old bastard’s become a Ghost!"

Huang Mao opened his mouth, about to let out a terrified scream, but a hand clamped over his mouth, forcefully muffling it.

He tilted his head back and saw a burly man towering over him, looking down.

His eyes, just like his father’s, were black as ink!

The corner of the burly man’s mouth twisted into a sinister smile:

"You really deserve to die."

"Hurry up and finish him. We still have a lot of tasks tonight."

A woman’s voice came from another stall.

Huang Mao looked over and saw two beautiful twin sisters walking out, their eyes also pitch-black!

’Female Ghosts! Female Ghosts are crawling out of the toilets!’

’Dad died and became a Ghost, and now he’s brought other Ghosts to find me!’

The burly man gave a simple, honest smile:

"Alright, be done in a jiffy."

The burly man was incredibly strong; he grabbed Huang Mao with just one hand.

He casually tossed Huang Mao out of the restroom window.

"AHHH!!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night sky.

The burly man glanced down.

’It’s high up. The thirteenth floor. He’s dead for sure from that fall.’

Li Xiaole complained:

"You hogged the kill. I’ll get the next one."

Li Xiao’an’s gaze was ice-cold:

"Let’s go home. We’re finding the landlord."

Li Xiaole smiled with delight.

’That’s right, the landlord!’

The burly man glanced at the old man:

"Look at that long face. Don’t tell me you’re heartbroken your son died?"

The old man sighed, a hint of sadness in his cloudy old eyes:

"He was my son, after all. I can’t help but feel a little shaken."

Li Xiaole said coldly:

"Enough useless talk. Let’s go."

She had been paralyzed for many years, enduring endless ridicule and scorn. Her state of mind was vastly different from others.

After speaking, Li Xiaole shot out the window, and the others followed, exiting through the window like cats.

Four dark figures nimbly climbed and moved along the hospital’s outer wall, like phantoms.

Every foothold was in a security camera’s blind spot, and every movement avoided the line of sight of any living person.

After becoming Corpse Ghosts, their strength, speed, reflexes, and perception had all taken a qualitative leap.

...

「South Sea, Old District.」

The sleazy landlord hid at the base of a low wall.

It was quite cold at night, but he didn’t feel it at all.

His rat-like eyes peeked through the window from outside.

’I used to be able to see the older sister bathing the younger one.’

’Even though the cripple was nauseating to look at, it was still a young girl’s body, so it was somewhat interesting.’

"Where is everyone? They didn’t really move out, did they? Dammit, they could have at least left me a key!"

The landlord cursed under his breath.

He got up and kicked the door open.

Their things were all gone. They really had moved out.

A sleazy smile slowly spread across the landlord’s face.

’Maybe they left some underwear or other personal belongings behind?’

The landlord walked toward the bedroom.

It was dark, but he could vaguely see the bedding was still on the bed.

The landlord’s eyes lit up.

He couldn’t resist the urge to pounce on the bed and smell the lingering scent of a young girl.

Suddenly, the covers were thrown back, revealing a smooth, pale arm and the face of a radiant young woman.

The two sisters looked identical; the landlord couldn’t tell them apart.

’But... the younger sister is disabled, so the one in the bed must be the older sister.’

The landlord said coldly:

"Why haven’t you moved out yet?"

The young woman gave the landlord a seductive look:

"I was waiting for you, Uncle~"

Her voice was so sweet and coquettish it made the landlord’s bones feel like they were melting.

The landlord gulped:

"Xiao’an, if only you’d been this understanding sooner."

The young woman propped her head up with one hand and beckoned to the landlord with the other:

"It’s not too late now. Come here, Uncle. I’ll warm you up. Don’t kick us out~"

The landlord couldn’t hold back any longer and pounced on the young woman.

The young woman caught him in an embrace and wrapped a pair of stockings around his neck.

At first, the landlord found it kinky, but gradually, he felt something was wrong:

"Xiao’an, you’re a little too strong."

The young woman let out a string of sweet giggles.

The landlord grew more and more uncomfortable. Unable to break free, he cursed angrily:

"You cheap bitch, let go!"

The young woman’s face drew close to the landlord’s. She slowly turned to look at him, a strange, cold smile on her lips as her eyes gradually turned black as ink.

The landlord’s eyes flew wide open.

Fear came from all directions, transforming into countless hands that roamed over his body.

’A Ghost! A Ghost!’

The landlord wanted to scream, but the young woman’s grip tightened, and his face was already turning purple.

The young woman said with a grin:

"Oh, by the way, Uncle, I’m not the older sister. My name is Li Xiaole.

"I’ve been wanting to kill you for a long time. For real."

Footsteps sounded at the door:

"Finish up. We have other business to attend to tonight."

The landlord saw Li Xiao’an walk in through the doorway.

’Ghosts. They must be Ghosts.’

’The two sisters died and came back as Ghosts to get me!’

Terror surged through his body and pierced his heart.

...

「South Sea, a street.」

The soft patter of rain grew denser, forming a boundless sheet of gray silk over the street.

The halos of the streetlights were blurred by the rain, floating like fuzzy balls of warm yellow on the wet asphalt.

Jiang Chaosheng had originally planned to return to the antique shop.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he turned toward the street in the bustling district.

Daji said nothing, quietly holding the umbrella for him.

The street, bustling during the day, was now sound asleep under the gentle caress of the light rain.

There weren’t even any cars; it was utterly silent.

Jiang Chaosheng reached the street corner and saw a small figure huddled against the wall. A smile touched his lips.

He had once made a promise to a little boy.

If he ever wanted bread, he should come here on a rainy day and wait for him.

Jiang Chaosheng walked over, squatted down, and reached out to ruffle the boy’s soaking wet hair:

"Hungry?"

The little boy looked up, revealing a face covered in black and blue bruises. It was hard to tell if the moisture around his eyes was from tears or the rain.

When Jiang Chaosheng saw the small, equally battered dog growing still in the boy’s arms, his eyes narrowed:

"What happened?"

The little boy clutched the dog’s fur, pressing his lips together tightly to suppress a sob:

"They tried to take Xiaobai. I didn’t let them, so they beat me, and now Xiaobai is almost beaten to death."